When I heard that, I couldn't help locking eyes with the Green-Faced Ghost.
Its red eyes were fixed on me, but it remained motionless.
Gu Mo's voice continued, "How are you doing? Has that ghost attacked you? I haven't heard anything."
"Mm..."
"So the one screaming was the Green-Faced Ghost's target? Looks like that expert's only so-so. Oh, though they're a lot more powerful than you, kid, and me, an old man. All right, don't get involved. We don't want them switching their target to you." Gu Mo said.
I glanced at Wu Mingle, who looked wretched. "There's nothing we can do?"
"Not me. Yezi and Ling might have some ideas. As for that blockhead... it depends on the situation," Gu Mo replied, then added, "If we could meet that expert in person, maybe we could do something. What about Director Chen? Have him find an excuse to kill the other person."
"You're being way too casual about this." I could feel my face darkening.
Gu Mo had said it offhandedly, but the meaning was clear. If we few misfits fought them head-on, we wouldn't stand a chance. We might have a chance if we used underhanded methods to kill them outright—and we'd have to kill them, or else...
Looking at Wu Mingle's wretched state, I felt a chill run down my spine.
Li Xingfang came over and asked quietly, "How is it?"
I gave him a helpless smile and shook my head.
Several nurses hurried in, carrying a tray with a syringe and medication. After the doctor gave Wu Mingle an injection, she gradually calmed down.
"All right, I'm hanging up," Gu Mo said.
A thought suddenly struck me. I hurriedly stopped him and asked, "Wu Mingle! Does that name ring a bell?"
If I'd seen a name before